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Tho' warm the throbbins at his heart, Gae hame, for ance, in a hail hide, For through his veins there flow'd the Time was, that Kerse wad blithe ha' blood

ridden O' auld Sir Reginald the gude

Out oure yon hills at sic a biddin': That blood that rous'd the soul and might Fu' little value I, or mine, O’Scotland's Hero, Wallace wight. Ten score o' Kennedys and swine ;

Had wither'd Kerse a limb to wag-

But let the bauld Barganey brag.– In sooth he was a Baron bauld,

The Kennedys wi' a' their power, For toolyies tough in days o' auld,

Frae Cassillis to Ardstincher Tower, A lion in the battle fray,

May rise and flock like screechin craws, In deadly feud, a deadly fae.

Frae heights and hows, frae hames and But now, a venerable Lord,

ha's, He mirthfu' cheer'd the festive board

And hither come wi' blawin crack, Wi' merry tale and hamely jest,

They'll bear anither story back. Or whiles he rear'd his warlike crest

Kerse is, alas! nae mair the man As if prepar'd the brunt to meet,

That in the onset led the van, And then recounted mony a feat

But he has sons to shield his name, O' open strife and artfu' wile ;

Heirs o' his valour and his fame, Thus wad he listless hours beguile

And if on Lammas-day they fail, While a' around, his sinewy race,

Curse him wha lives to tell the tale. Gaz'd, dumb wi' rapture, in his face.

Let your proud Baron croosely craw Crack follow'd crack, the cap gaed roun', On his ain midden, days but twa, That mony a cankerin thought cou'd

But on the third, by this grey heid, drown,

He'll aiblins thank his geldin's speed. Whan sudden at the yett a guest

This, in defiance, Crawford saysAdmittance claim'd-Quoth Kerse, "the Gi'e the chield room, lads---slip your best

ways." Our almorie can yield bring ben, I trow there's walth, gin he were ten,

"Twas Lammas-morn, Skeldon Shew in the stranger"-fair and free

Haughs In strode young Gilbert Kennedy. The glintin' sun had ting'd the saughs, " Kerse (said the youth), when feuds are Frae Girvan banks and Carrick side sword,

Down pour'd the Kennedys in pride,
It matters not how slight the thorn And frae Kyle-Stewart and King's-Kyle
That poisonous rankles in our side ; The Crawfords march'd in rank and file,
I bring defiance to your pride. -

(If our forefathers own'd of yore,
The bauld Barganey bids me say, Sic term o' military lore),
Whan mornin' breaks on Lammas-day, Let them march on--a Rhymer I
A Sow upon your land I'll tether ; Shall hae nae finger in the pye,
Like midges let the Crawfords gather ; It's time enough for us to glowr
Some teeth in angry fit may chitter, On battle-fields whan a' is oure,
But deil a man o' Kyle shall flit her." And draw our sketches o' ilk action,
Kerse ee'd him wi' contemptuous sneer, Safe amang heaps o' putrifaction.
My merry man-and come ye here But troth a' battles are alike ;
To jeer me at my ain fireside ?-

Some chields are stricken and some strike,

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me.

Loudon's bonnie woods and braes But far to the camp they ha'e march'd my Ha'e seen our happy bridal days,

dear Johnnie, And gentle hope shall soothe thy waes, And now it is winter wi' nature and me. When I am far awa', lassie.

Then ilk thing around us was blithesome Hark! the swelling bugle rings,

and cheerie, Yielding joy to thee, laddie ;

Then ilk thing around us was bonnie But the dolefu' bugle brings

and braw; Waefu' thochts to me, laddie.

Now naething is heard but the wind Lanely I may climb the mountain,

whistling drearie, Lanely stray beside the fountain,

And naething is seen but the wide Still the weary moments counting,

spreading snaw. Far frae love and thee, laddie.

The trees are a' bare, and the birds O'er the gory fields o' war,

mute and dowie, When Vengeance drives his crimson car,

They shake the cauld drift frae their Thou'lt may be fa' frae me afar,

wings as they flee: And nane to close thy e'e, laddie.

And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae Oh, resume thy wonted smile,

for my Johnnie ; Oh, suppress thy fears, lassie ;

'Tis winter wi' them and 'tis winter wie Glorious honour crowns the toil

That the soldier shares, lassie : Heaven will shield thy faithful lover,

Yon cauld sleety clouď skiffs alang the

bleak mountain, Till the vengeful strife is over;

And shakes the dark firs on the stey Then we'll meet, nae mair to sever, Till the day we dee, lassie :

rocky brae, Midst our bonnie woods and braes

While down the deep glen brawls the

snaw-flooded fountain, We'll spend our peaceful, happy days, As blithe's yon lichtsome lamb that plays

That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie

and me. On Loudon's flowery lea, lassie.

It's no its loud roar on the wintry winds

swellin',

It's no the cauld blast brings the tear to THE BRAES O' GLENIFFER.

my e'e ;

For, O! gin I saw but my bonnie Scots Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o'

callan, Gleniffer,

The dark days o' winter were simmer The auld castle turrets are covered wi'

to me. snaw, How changed frae the time when I met

wi' my lover, Amang the broom bushes by Stanley THE BRAES O' BALQUHITHER.

green shaw ! The wild flowers o' simmer were spread a' Let us go, lassie, go, sae bonnie,

To the braes o' Balquhither, The mavis sang sweet frae the green Where the blae-berries grow birken tree;

'Mang the bonny Highland heather ;

Where the deer and the roe,

Far ben thy dark-green planting's shade, Lightly bounding together,

The cushat croodles am'rously ;
Sport the lang simmer day

The mavis, down thy buchted glade,
On the braes o' Balquhither.

Gars echo ring frae every tree.

Thou bonnie wood, &c.
I will twine thee a bower
By the clear siller fountain,

Awa', ye thoughtless, murd'ring gang, And I'll cover it o'er

Wha tear the nestlings ere they flee !
Wi' the flowers o' the mountain : They'll sing you yet a canty sang,
I will range through the wilds

Then, O in pity let them be!
And the deep glens sae dreary,

Thou bonnie wood, &c.
And return wi' their spoils
To the bower o' my deary.

When winter blaws in sleety showers

Frae aff the Norlan' hills sae hie, When the rude wintry win'

He lightly skiffs thy bonnie bowers,
Idly raves round our dwelling, As laith to harm a flower in thee.
And the roar of the linn

Thou bonnie wood, &c.
On the night breeze is swelling,
So merrily we'll sing,

Though fate should drag me south the
As the storm rattles o'er us,

line, 'Till the dear shieling ring

Or o'er the wide Atlantic sea ;
Wi' the light lilting chorus.

The happy hours I'll ever min'

That I in youth ha'e spent in thee.
Now the simmer is in prime,

Thou bonnie wood, &c.
Wi’ the flowers richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme,
A' the moorlands perfuming ;

RAB RORYSON'S BONNET.
To our dear native scenes,
Let us journey together,

Ye'll a' hae heard tell o' Rab Roryson's Where glad innocence reigns

bonnet, 'Mang the braes o' Balquhither.

Ye'll a' hae heard tell o' Rab Roryson's

bonnet ; 'Twas no for itsel', 'twas the head that

was in it, BONNIE WOOD OF CRAIGIE. Gar'd a' bodies talk o' Rab Roryson's

bonnet. LEA. Thou bonnie wood of Craigie-lea,

This bonnet, that theekit his wonderfu Thou bonnie wood of Craigie-lea,

head, Near thee I pass'd life's early day,

Was his shelter in winter, in summer his

shade; And won my Mary's heart in thee.

And at kirk, or at market, or bridals, I The broom, the brier, the birken bush,

ween, Bloom bonnie o'er thy flowery lea, A braw gawcier bonnet there never was An' a' the sweets that ane can wish Frae nature's hand are strew'd on thee. Wi' a round rosy tap, like a muckle blackThou bonnie wood, &c.

boyd,

seen,

Ye're a sow,

auld man,

O' sottish loons ye're the pink and pearl, Dare ye say, goose, I ever liked to tak' a pink, and pearl,

drappy? Ill-far'd, doited ne'er-do-weel.

An 'twerena just to cure the cholic, cure

the cholic, Hech, gudewife! ye're a flytin' body,

Deil a drap wad weet my mou'. flytin' body ; Will ye ha'e waeth ; but, guid be praised, | Troth, gudewife, an' ye wadna swither, the wit's a-wantin'.

wadna swither, The puttin' cow should be aye a doddy, Soon-soon to tak’a cholic, when it brings aye a doddy,

a drap o' cappy; Mak' na sic an awesome reel.

But twascore years we ha'e fought the

gither, fought thegither,

Time it is to gree, I trow.
Ye got fou, auld man ;
Fye shame, auld man,
To your wame, auld man :

I'm wrang, auld John,
Pinch'd I win wi' spinnin tow,

Ower lang, auld John,
A plack to cleid your back and pow.

For nought, guid John,
It's a lie, gudewife,

We ha'e fought, guid John ;
It's your tea, gudewife;

Let's help to bear ilk ither's weight,

We're far ower feekless now to fecht.
Na, na, gudewife,
Ye spend a', gudewife.

Ye're richt, guid Kate ;
Dinna fa' on me pell-mell,

The nicht, guid Kate,
Ye like a drap fu' weel yersel.

Our cup, guid Kate,

We'll sup, guid Kate ; Ye's rue, auld gowk, yer jest and frolic, Thegither frae this hour we'll draw, jest and frolic.

And toom the stoup atween us twa.

THOMAS CAMPBELL.

1777-1844.

Since the death of Pope, no poet dis- | noble eloquence which rouses the soul played greater mastery over the poetic to moral scorn, as much by the power lyre than Thomas Campbell. With of sympathy as by the force of dialectic several other resemblances to Pope, he skill. Pope may have been the more may be said, like him, to have lisped in accomplished artist, but Campbell was numbers. But with those resemblances the more natural genius. Pope excited they had greater dissimilarities. Camp- greater adıniration, and filled a larger bell had none of Pope's wit or satiric space on the poetic canvas, but Camppointedness, and Pope had little of bell breathes a diviner influence, inCampbell's loftiness of sentiment, and spires with purer sentiments, and JOHN LEY DE N.

1775—1811.

LEYDEN's fame is greater than his Lettres in the University, but did not poetic remains, or any other literary succeed. Yet no disappointment could achievement that he has left behind him damp his literary zeal, and he continued would sustain ; but so long as the re- his studies, and his writing for the collection of his enthusiastic ardour for Edinburgh Magazine, Lewis's Tales of learning, and his romantic encounters Wonder, and Scott's Minstrelsy of the with the difficulties which he overcame Border, until the situation of a surgeon in its pursuit, preserve their interest for was obtained for him in India. Like the readers of literary biography, his Goldsmith, he abandoned all thought of name shall retain a brighter halo than the Church, and in the course of six his mere poetic merits confer,

months qualified to pass as a doctor, in Leyden was the son of a shepherd in the which capacity he proceeded to India village of Denholm, in Roxburghshire, in 1803, after writing his Scenes of and was born there in September 1775. Infancy—those loved scenes of his His conspicuous talents at school led youth, which he was never again to to his being sent to Edinburgh Univer- visit. He was not long in Madras sity, at the age of fifteen, with the view when his health began to give way, and of qualifying him for the ministry of he in consequence proceeded to Prince the Church of Scotland ; but his lin- of Wales Island. While there he guistic and literary tastes do not appear visited Sumatra and the Malay pento have facilitated his obtaining a insula, where he made, investigations charge, although he was licensed as a into the history, literature, and ethprobationer in 1798. After completing nology of the inhabitants. These he his course, he obtained the situation of embodied in a dissertation, which he tutor to the sons of Mr Campbell of laid before the Asiastic Society of CalFairfield, and accompanied them to the cutta. He left Prince of Wales Island University of St Andrew's, where he to fill the chair of Hindostani in the continued his oriental and other studies College of Bengal, which he soon rewith unabated zeal, and in 1799 pub- linquished for the more lucrative aplished a treatise on the Discoveries and pointments of a judge and commisSettlement of the Europeans in Western sioner of the Court of Bequests, and Africa.

assay master of the mint. NotwithHaving failed, in 1800, to obtain standing these multifarious duties, he an appointment in the Church, his devoted all his spare time to his oriental literary friends in Edinburgh, who were studies. many and influential, tried to obtain for In 1811, he accompanied the British him the chair of Rhetoric and Belles expedition against Java ; and with that

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